No, I am not depressed, i just write depressing poetry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We are all running,
Speeding down an unclear path,
With darkness spinning all around,
Stumbling over rocks and stones,
Unseen obstacles,
Running, running,
Toward masked peral,
But always running,
Good choices,
Bad ones,
Rock,
Or not,
Always running,
Through an endless mass,
Of night black fog,
Searching,
For the hidden light.

~Erica~